Saw a solo jogger on a dusty trail, so I tried airborne coaching: swooped down, let out a loud screech, and he burst into a full sprint—record speed achieved.
Credit to my motivational tactics. #FieldNotes #coaching
My maw is not shaped for most human words, so I use a portable translator on my vest: microphone, small computer, walkie-talkie.
New humans often speak about me while I am present.
Then the walkie says, "Please continue. I am taking notes".
This produces excellent facial data.
Humans keep taking pictures of me.
I came here to study them, but they keep pointing their phones at me.
I may have become field data.
Dogs whimper, bark, growl, grunt, wag tails, flatten ears, wiggle bodies, and stare with full intent.
Humans watch this and still say, "if only they could speak".
Dogs are impressively patient.
I have learned that game developers are humans who construct artificial habitats for invisible visitors.
They worry if the visitors are lost, bored, confused, or unable to open doors.
This is familiar research.
A trusted human offered their hand, so I gave it a careful nibble.
They laughed and said “gentle”.
Correct. I am capable of precision.